Apr 6, 2020
Picking petals off the flowers like he loves me not, he loves me not, he never loved me.
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Picking petals off the flowers like he loves me not, he loves me not, he never loved me.
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“You told me you’d never leave and then tossed me aside like I was nothing.”
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why?
day two hundred thirty-nine, two thousand nineteen // 20:28
Only a Pheonix knows
why Demo.lition is necessary 🦉
-Mykola Em
-May 5 2023
I pack light
But lift heavy
If I knock
I do it steady
Changing
I’ve spent my entire life, Defining, Molding, Changing, Into someone you’re not.
In the process, I lost myself. And became you
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Short Words
One serving friends exist everywhere;
And disappear just like papier mache
under heavy rain.
"Is it always going to be this way?" She asked. He understood her discomfort for he felt the same way. He ached with the longing and desire to hold her also, to breathe her scent in and nuzzle his nose onto her skin. "No, I pray not. We'll be together some day soon" He whispered over the phone.
QUESTIONS THAT NEED ANSWERS
When did brokenness become a trend and being suicidal become an idol? When did addiction become a signal for "I'm coping" and moderation become our rival? When did we start using sadness as an excuse and emptiness as a weapon? When did life become so optional and death become our heaven? When did we stop fighting for ourselves? When did we stop loving ourselves enough to fight for our own well-being? Our own freedom, our own sanity. When did we stop fighting to be okay, to be better than okay? To be whole and to be stable, to be fully functioning, to be awake and able? I'm more than eager to leave this all behind. Anesu Mautsa